We had a floofbrarian at the library where I worked for a while. Unsurprisingly, the floofbrarian’s name was Browser. Cute little brown-tabby-and-white. And she had kittens. (Is there a catfinition for the offspring of a floofbrarian?) Browser “helped” me when the head librarian decided we needed to separate all the paperbacks according to genre: “This book is sci-fi, not fantasy, no matter what the human-in-charge says. I’m a cat, and cats know things.” *knocks stack of Pern novels off the table and sits on them*